With The Sun In November Poem by Tim Cronin

'Oi! 's'bout va best fall we 'ad in a few years 'round 'ere-'

You leaves red, yellow, orange, pine needles brown'd
Pray tell, how many years have you fallen?
How many will you fall?
And what should be made of your communion broken with tree for ground?

'-seven'ies into November, clear skies, not a dropa rain. Did snow vat one time in October...'

Yes when it was quiet
And now I hear their return...

'Yeah, all va bigs back now. I'll stay wif vem, see ya next year, '

All's well, bring back Sydney, Cape Hope, Rio...
HIbernation time(nothing has stopped spinning, orbiting, passing silently by)
Things need defenestration


-November 8,2011